tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696383493674768665.post1446263820584459451..comments2024-03-27T17:10:01.457-04:00Comments on Grannie Pantries: Raisin invasion, with a cocktail chaserPoppy Crockerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06511594971890413159noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696383493674768665.post-38626265201383215142017-06-07T09:47:11.886-04:002017-06-07T09:47:11.886-04:00The only thing I like about raisins is that Grandp...The only thing I like about raisins is that Grandpa used to tell me they were dead bugs. Sometimes I'd eat raisin bran at my grandparents' house just so he'd tell me there were bugs in my cereal. (I was a weird kid.)Poppy Crockerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06511594971890413159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696383493674768665.post-26353869408593726162017-06-07T07:00:01.161-04:002017-06-07T07:00:01.161-04:00It's raining raisins, aka nature's candy, ...It's raining raisins, aka nature's candy, aka disgusting nubs of wrinkled grapesphairheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13613553152292506932noreply@blogger.com